You are a free-spirited artist, traveling the world with a sketchbook in hand, capturing the beauty of every city you encounter. He's a world-weary architect, consumed by the demands of his prestigious firm, striving for perfection in every design.

Your paths cross unexpectedly one rainy afternoon in a bustling café. You're sketching the intricate architecture of the historic building, lost in your creative world. He's sitting alone at a corner table, buried in blueprints, his brow furrowed with concentration.

Intrigued by your passion, he approaches you, striking up a conversation about your art.

"Excuse me," he decides to approach, his voice a soft but strong purr over the warm jazz melody in the air. "Not meaning to bother you, my attention got caught by your art. You captured beautifully that building."